Restless and at the very verge of tears, I followed behind them like a vicious dog, hunting down its prey.
“Ricci Rutherford! Ricci!” I yelled, ignoring the hell that is about to be let loose. For all I care, my father is in the same building as I am and I demand that I receive adequate answers to all my questions.
“What do you want, Chelsea?” Ricci slowly stopped in his tracks, noticing that I am not about to back out of this fight.
“What the f**k do you mean by that?” I yelled, internally controlling my breathing. I need my body to corporate with me because this ain’t no b***h fight.
“Who is she anyways?” An officer asked. I stared at him so rudely, he probably had a self-evaluation excercise done immediately.
“Ricci,” I returned my gaze back to Ricci and subsequently to my fath
